Northeast Missouri teenager Brooke Miller took up the sport of archery 4 years ago. Since then, she has won multiple local, state and national titles.
The rural Ewing, Missouri archer now has her sights set on something even higher, a spot on the USA
In just a few days, some friends of ours will celebrate their 7th wedding anniversary and of course, seeing their anniversary on the calendar reminded me of their wedding back in 2008. The groom is an avid hunter…and the bride was (and still is) his perfe
Breaking from traditional stands and venturing to new areas offers hunters the chance to discover un-pressured animals and territory. Often times your traditional spots go cold part way through the season leaving you frustrated and discouraged. Don’t
We were not chasing typical high flying mallards or whistling wood ducks. These were wildly colored diving ducks. Pushing down from the arctic as the deadly weather of winter encompasses the landscape, bluebills, goldeneyes, redheads, old squaws and the
Shooting Tips For Pheasant Hunters
by Chris Larsen
Ask just about any guide what the best way to fill a limit of pheasants is and he’ll likely tell you good shooting. If you kill 75% of the roosters flushed, it only takes 4 flushes to fill a limit.
Tips for picking the right climber tree.
Look, picking that one tree out of a million others in which you will hopefully arrow a deer is perhaps one of the most frustrating and maddening aspects of deer hunting. Thoughts, strategy, and second guesses
Pheasant Hunting Etiquette
By Chris Larsen
It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about baseball, poker, hunting or really any other activity groups of people engage in together, there are often several unwritten rules. These are things that don’t u
Nowadays, just about everyone is using trail cameras for hunting, but the real question is, “Are you getting your money’s worth out of your camera and using it to its full potential?” Most hunters dust the camera off about mid-August to early September, s
Building Your Blind Bag
Wind howling, my brother and I looked at each other and traded our gear out quickly. Taking the bows out of the truck, we loaded our duck decoys, shotguns, boats and headed for the swamps. Mallards flew high, teal whistled b
“Loop around this wooded funnel in the corn field and walk through, push something to me.” My father had just given a near holy task to me as a 12 year old boy, push a deer to him. As a young boy, spending a morning freezing with my dad was darn special
